let loose

When Song Mian came home at night, he saw the lights on in the villa outside the gate.

He remembered that Aunt Zhang mentioned it two days ago, saying that her little daughter's birthday was two days ago, and she was arguing to go to Disney, even during the winter vacation. She insisted that Disney was a princess' castle, and Aisha lived in it.The couple couldn't laugh or cry, they were so entangled that they had no choice but to agree.

Aunt Zhang was still very embarrassed when she said it. After all, Shuyan’s salary is very high. She cooks and cleans every day.

Song Mian said it's okay, she understands.

Every little girl probably has a princess dream, just like most little boys have a hero dream.

Song Mian was obsessed with Ultraman when she was a child, and became obsessed with it.He bought all the official hand-made models and DVD peripherals and kept them at home.

He has few friends, and the only one who is close enough to wear the same pair of pants is Xia Houxi.Xia Houxi is obsessed with Marvel, and Spider-Man is his belief. The two of them argued about who is better, Spider-Man or Ultraman.

At that time, Song Mian's dream was to become a light like Ultraman to save the earth, marry a beautiful wife and live on Mars...

He bought more than ten Shenguang sticks alone.

It sounds stupid to say it, but it is the fact that it was a silly childhood that he was extremely reluctant to recall but had to admit.

At that time, I was naive, enthusiastic, and general-oriented.

Scary monsters too, Godzilla?Voldemort?Or something else, forget it.

That is the innocent colorful world of children.

Song Mian, the youngest daughter of Aunt Zhang's family, met once.A very cute little girl, wearing a pink skirt and braided shofar, hugging his thigh and smilingly calling out to her brother, saying that she will marry her when she grows up.

Heh, it was such a frightening experience.

Now that Aunt Zhang has gone home to accompany her daughter, who is at home?

Song Mian didn't dare to think too much. Once upon a time, he had extravagant hopes, but was defeated by reality again and again, which made him no longer dare to dream.

It was the end of September, and the temperature at night was much cooler than before. When he went up the steps, Song Mian threw his schoolbag by his feet, and took out the key to open the door.The wind blew from the side, and penetrated into the clothes from the hem of the wide cotton short T. The cold air scattered, and Song Mian arched his back, suddenly feeling a little cold.

After closing the door, Song Mian put her schoolbag on the shoe rack, bent over to find slippers to change, opened the shoe cabinet, and saw a pair of brand new, expensive silver-white high-heeled shoes neatly placed on the top of the counter.

Song Mian's heart was suddenly empty, the hand looking for the shoe stopped, the knuckles curled up, sometimes bent and sometimes straightened.

There is only one thought in my mind, Shu Yan is back?

The answer was quickly confirmed, and before he could digest it, a soft and clear voice came from the living room: "Did you come back?"

"Ah." Song Mian groaned, took out the slippers and changed into them, and went to the living room.

In the living room, Shu Yan was sitting on the sofa, fiddled with something with her head down.Song Mian didn't bother her, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to drink.

When he arrived in the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and all the lockers, and searched through them all, making sure that there was no cake or midnight snacks.

The corners of Song Mian's mouth that had been raised high since he entered the door gradually became straight, and the original expectation and excitement were replaced by grievances spontaneously. He returned to the living room and sat down, calmed down his sadness, and asked Shu Yan: "Mom, Dad come back."

He actually wanted to ask: "Mom, what did you say, you want to make up for my cake when you come back?"

And: "Mom, I'm hungry."

But he didn't say, it's boring, he already understood.

Shu Yan raised her head, her image was different from the last time she came back, her hair was dyed and curled, even without makeup, she could see that her skin was very good.

She first smiled, and then explained, "Jingba is preparing for a new project recently. Your father and his colleagues are on a business trip to Tokyo. He is very busy recently."

Jingba Cartoon spent a lot of money to buy a famous domestic childhood animation IP at the end of last year.After discussion, a large-scale 3D animation film project was drawn up. Last week, a new task force was set up. Song Lilian is the head of the screenwriting team. He just received the notice yesterday afternoon and took the screenwriting team members to Japan for exchange and study this morning.

Jingba Cartoon is a well-known animation company in China. The company has been established for about 3 years.After successively acquiring seven animation studios in the past few years, including Tongyin Manhua in Ningshi and Xman Enterprise in Xishi, this is the first time Jingba has challenged [-]D animation films in five years.

This has been trending on Weibo a few months before.Song Lilian is Jingba's gold medal screenwriter, Song Mian paid special attention to it, but the result is not optimistic, 80.00% of netizens bad-mouthed it.

There are also supportive netizens who support domestic animation films and look forward to the progress of Guoman.

It is more violent and bad-mouthing, and it is fragrant under Jingba official blog, cursing Jingba for killing orphans, ruining childhood, and killing screenwriters.

One can imagine how much pressure Song Lilian was under as the chief screenwriter.

While Song Mian was in a daze, Shu Yan picked up the photo frame she had made and sat next to him, "This is a photo frame I made with my own hands. It's a present to make up for not being with DouDou on my birthday. Let's see if I like it."

Shu Yan came closer, her body smelled a bit strong, Song Mian was not close to her, and she was not very comfortable being alone, but now her limbs were even stiffer, and he took the so-called gift with stiff arms.

Song Mian's heart was jumping for joy, the corners of her eyes were hot and humid.

In what Shu Yan said, he accurately captured the word "hands-on".No matter what the gift is, as long as it is made by hand, it is thoughtful, which means that Shu Yan is thinking about him every moment when making this gift.

Song Mian is 17 years old, and has never felt so clearly the love from her mother.

The gift is a photo frame with a pink border and white feather trim, simple and unadorned, very girly.There are several black English letters written in the lower right corner. If you look carefully, it reads: LoveMyBaby.

Song Mian wanted to complain that this girl fan was out of character, but before he could say anything, Shu Yan stretched out her hand and tore off the privacy film covering the photo in the frame.

In an instant, a ball of white and powdery, chubby boy like a little sweet pig appeared in front of Song Mian.

The boy was naked, and he could see the naked rear half of his buttocks.There is a small hat with pig ears on the top of the head, no front teeth yet, but the eyes are big, the fleshy limbs are spread out in large characters, each of the two small hands is holding a small pink pompom, and the lump between the two meaty legs is so small Poor, if you look closely, the super small chirp that is still pink and tender is wide open.

He is lying down, the background should be sheets, white clouds and blue sky, two pigs are holding hands and squinting and smiling, that pig Song Mian knows, it is McDull and its mother, the cartoons they often watched when they were young.

Song Mian: "..." I want to die.

"It's not cute!" Facing her piggy-like son in infancy, Shu Yan's maternal love overflowed, "I've been looking for photos for a long time, and after picking and choosing, I found that this one is the cutest."

Probably all the mothers in the world are obsessed with looking for every lovely moment of their son, the first time he babbles, the first time he crawls slowly, the first time he walks wobbly, and the first time he carries a cute schoolbag to kindergarten.

Shu Yan's company with Song Mian is too little, and the only thing she can remember is the first few months when she gave birth.

Song Mian's hand holding the photo frame trembled, and veins appeared on the back of the hand, which showed the great force.He was speechless, now his mind was full of that pink little chirp, surpassing the pig's ears and the half-fleshed buttocks, his sense of presence was super strong, as heavy as Mount Tai.

Surprise turned into fright, Song Mian didn't change his face, he still accepted the gift, his mind was muddled, his body was very stiff, he put the photo frame into his schoolbag in a panic, and carried it upstairs.

Back in the room, Song Mian first sent Jiang Zhou a good night message with a black brick.

He would send it every night, and occasionally Jiang Zhou would reply to him if he sent it too early.Just like a concubine waiting to be favored in the deep palace, waiting for Long Live to turn over your brand, anyway, Song Mian finds it exciting and interesting, and completely enjoys it.

A few minutes after the news was sent out, Jiang Zhou replied with a hmm.

This is enough, Song Mian is very satisfied, put down the brick.Cheerfully went to Zuoye.com to find the shooter.The [-]-word check is no joke, even if you kill him, he won’t be able to write [-] words.

It is said that the leader of the operation department of the operation network was interviewed by the superior two days ago.In recent days, the website has been strictly censored, and the gunmen have raised prices one after another, and the price has risen.

Song Mian went to two stores in a row, and the gunman asked for prices starting at [-].

The gunmen introduced themselves in a variety of ways, and some even posted selfies: ugly, fat, acne, scars.

Song Mian was dazzled, and complained while watching, "Hey, who can brag, my deskmate will kill you every second!" "

After shopping for half an hour, a gunman named Sao Sheng Ji Ke finally caught his attention.

There is no special reason, just because this guy's self-introduction style is very unique, and he looks like a person who often writes and checks, very literary, and has a temper:

I'm coquettish so I'm crazy, I'm cheap so I'm a wolf.

If you slander me, you will pierce your intestines.

He went to poke this flamboyant bum privately.

Handsome Cowboy: Where? / (question mark face)

Sao Sheng Bitch: Five hundred, no bargaining. / (big soldier)

Handsome Cowboy: Money is ok, check, [-] words, take it.

Sao Sheng Bitch: Check?That's one thousand. / (big soldier)

Huh?Song Mian frowned, and continued poking:

Handsome Cowboy: Didn't you just pay back five hundred?

Sao Sheng Ji Ke: The number of words is too large, it must be a thousand.

Handsome Cowboy: Are you still sitting on the ground and raising prices?

Saosheng slut: "Just say whether you will give it or not. I can guarantee the quality. If you ask someone else to write it, the price is higher than mine. The quality may not be as good as mine. / (pick nose)

One thousand is one thousand, Song Mian no longer has to deal with the other party, and has finalized the delivery time, and on Friday, he will transfer the money and hand over the check.

After the inspection was over, Song Mian grabbed the phone and began to think about giving Jiang Zhou a phone.He has been thinking about this for a few weeks, and the phone is still lying in his schoolbag.

But now the situation has changed dramatically.

Jiang Zhou helped him without asking his parents, that's a great favor!He can be regarded as having a legitimate reason to repay his great kindness with a mobile phone.

But the specific gift-giving steps have to be considered again, and it is determined that Jiang Zhou can't push it.Otherwise, I don't know how long I will have to wait for the next time.

After thinking about it, he clicked on WeChat, and the group messages immediately bombarded him. His phone was stuck for two seconds. It was a class private group, 99+. Song Mian didn't think about it.

I carry the cannon for Lao Chu:

[Group Announcement: Celebrating with the whole world, senior seniors revealed that this year's National Day will be held together with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the nine-day holiday has been confirmed! 】

[Aircraft Carrier 21: You can go to Yinye Lake. I heard that there are red apricot leaves all over the mountains and plains. It’s so beautiful to think about it. ]

[Aircraft Carrier 15: Sisters above, no, it’s only October. ]

[Aircraft Carrier 6: Just go to Disney, I heard that there will be special performances on National Day! ]

[Aircraft Carrier 18: I’m already a teenage girl, why not go to Disney, or Happy Valley, big pendulum, haunted house adventure, isn’t it good? ]

[Aircraft Carrier 4: @集主, is the old class there? Come out and kick out the idiot upstairs who made rude remarks and disrupted the harmony of the class! ]

Every October, No. [-] Middle School holds an autumn friendship meeting.The school emphasizes morality, intelligence, physical beauty, and the combination of work and rest. In the busy study, taking two days to play is also a characteristic of No. [-] Middle School.

In the past, the annual friendship meeting was held two days before the end of the National Day, and it is estimated that this year will be similar. The students in Class [-] have already started discussing where to go.

Song Mian, as the monitor of the sixth class, manages everything he should do and manages people in an orderly manner without putting on airs.In September, the school evaluated the fresh air class, Class 3 won No.[-] in the second grade group of senior high school, and the liberal arts class ranked first.The classmates also went from being afraid of him at first to occasionally teasing him now.The girls all said in private: "I didn't expect the school bully to be so easy to talk to, so approachable and cute."

Song Mian tapped the keyboard with her finger, and replied with a smiley emoji.He quit the class group and clicked into the chat box with Xiao Qi.

After Jiang Zhou took a shower, he didn't plan to dry his hair.He didn't arrange any exercises for himself tonight, and he also memorized all the texts that needed to be memorized.He took a cigarette and went to the balcony, his hair was stunned, dripping from the tips of his hair.

He was just about to light the cigarette, but before he smoked, the phone rang.

You can guess who it is without looking. Song Mian has been knocking him on WeChat almost every day these days.He basically concluded that Song Mian was a genius.

Just sent him a text message to say good night one second, and started dancing wildly on WeChat the next second. As expected of the [-] reasons Jiang Zhou noted, this person would not stop dancing for half an hour every time.

In the distance, there is a young couple holding hands and embracing by the playground. Under the street lamp, the distance is too far, and their appearance is very blurred.Jiang Zhou stared at the two daring people swallowing clouds and mist. After a long while, he took out his mobile phone unhurriedly. As expected, it was Song Mian's WeChat again.

[A hundred thousand reasons: Qi Zai, I want to ask you something. ]

With a flick of his fingertips, Jiang Zhou dialed out the keyboard to reply.

[Tree Hole: Say. ]

Song Mian's note to Qi Zai was a tree hole, as if Qi Zai was an emotional radio station.

Song Mian scratched her head and typed.

[One hundred thousand reasons: My friend, I want to give him a mobile phone from the boy he likes, do you think that boy will be angry. ]